Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

Zhuoling Valley!

It is only thirty miles away from the northern border.

At this time, the huge canyon was packed with the army of the Great Zhou.

However, these armies are completely different from the previous elite forces.

They had no full armor or even warhorses.

They held swords and spears, as well as shields and armor, but upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to find that these so-called weapons were already worn out and one could even clearly see spots of rust on them.

It seemed as if these weapons would be cut off in the next second.

But even so, there was no panic or fear on the faces of these troops.

Instead, they were eager to fight, their eyes were bloodshot, and they couldn't wait to pick up their guns and fight the enemy to the death.

One hundred thousand young men equal one hundred thousand soldiers!

This is the new army that the Great Zhou Dynasty mobilized in less than a month, and it is also the so-called elite.

They are new soldiers as they have been in the army for a short time and have not even received formal training.

They are indeed elite because their eyes are determined, their hearts are unwavering, they are not afraid of life or death, and they can fight for their lives.

This fearless spirit even surpasses that of ordinary elites.

Standing in front of the army was none other than the current Minister of War of the Great Zhou.

He glanced at these 100,000 elite soldiers, feeling their extremely strong fighting spirit, and his body could not help but tremble slightly.

"If the army of the Great Zhou is so selfless, why should we worry about the Great Zhou's prosperity?"

He muttered softly, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.

No one knows the situation of Da Zhou better than him. Apart from the Zhenbei Army, can Da Zhou's army still be called an army? !

If there must be, then those armies are not controlled by the imperial court, but by the aristocratic families.

Looking at the imperial court, let alone 100,000, even 10,000 such elite troops cannot be gathered.

This already explains too much.

"It's a pity that Zhou Zheng must die!"

The Minister of War gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his eyes were also filled with coldness.

In this world, it is impossible for two emperors of the Great Zhou to appear at the same time.

All I can say is that Zhou Zheng had bad luck.

Or maybe Zhou Zheng is too conceited.

This world is not the world of the Great Zhou, nor is it the world of Zhou Zheng.

Rather, it is the world of the ancient aristocratic families.

No one can disturb the rule of the ancient aristocratic families, and no one can influence the interests of the ancient aristocratic families in the Great Zhou.

If such a person appears, then there is only one possibility and outcome!

That means he must die!

"If Zhou Zheng could stand with the ancient noble families, perhaps his life would be destined to leave a glorious page in the history books."

"Pity......"

The Minister of War sighed lightly, then turned his gaze back to the 100,000 young men and 100,000 soldiers in front of him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

These are not just 100,000 strong men, there are 100,000 families behind them, and they represent the main taxpayers of the Great Zhou.

They are loyal and their worship of Zhou Zheng has reached the point of blindly worshipping him.

It would be great if such a person could be loyal to the court.

It would be great if such a person could be used by the court.

It's just that they stood on the wrong side and they were loyal to the wrong person.

This means that their final outcome is also doomed to death.

"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame Zhou Zheng."

"He created a beautiful dream for you, but he doesn't have the ability to help you realize this dream."

While muttering to himself, the Minister of War couldn't help but smile bitterly.

These people are so easily deceived.

From the beginning to the end, no one pointed out, or even realized, that this was a trap, a complete trap.

The weapons given to them by the court were useless and could not even break through the army's defenses.

The shields given to them by the imperial court were equally useless, and would even break at the first attack.

Why is this happening?

Is it true that the imperial court has no military pay? Is it true that the imperial court is in such a difficult situation that it has no armor? Is it true that time is running out and the Zhenbei Army is about to attack? !

No, none of them, never!

There is only one reason for all this, and that is their only mission in coming to the front line this time, to die!

A complete suicide!

One hundred thousand young men and one hundred thousand soldiers, today, none of them will survive!

They must die, and be wiped out completely!

Their bodies will be buried in this Zhuoling Valley and become fertilizer here.

This place is destined to be a river of blood, corpses are destined to be everywhere, and it is destined to become a living purgatory.

The Minister of War couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

Because no one can change such an ending.

Because they stood on the wrong side and followed the wrong people.

What the court wants is not just Zhou Zheng’s death, but the death of everyone around Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Ping must die, Gong Tan Muyun must die, and those who wholeheartedly follow Zhou Zheng must also die!

"If you were not so determined, the court would not let them die here."

"I can only say that everything is fate!"

"It is your inescapable fate..."

Looking away, the Minister of War's body trembled a little.

"How much longer?!"

After calming himself down, he turned and asked the scout beside him.

"My Lord, the scouts ahead reported that they are still less than ten miles away."

The scout's voice was not deliberately concealed, and he even spoke louder on purpose.

So that the one hundred thousand elite soldiers behind him can hear it clearly.

Ten miles?

As expected, these 100,000 elite soldiers who were assembled temporarily were slightly stunned.

Although they were not afraid of life and death, it was their first time standing on the battlefield after all.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze, and a sense of oppression quietly spread in the air, and everyone's breathing became much faster.

They tightly grasped the weapons in their hands, their eyes narrowed into slits, as if they wanted to see through everything in front of them.

It was silent, except for the sounds of each other's heartbeats and breathing, and the only sound around was the howling of the strong wind.

"Everyone!"

"It's time to serve the court faithfully!"

"The Zhenbei Army is in rebellion and wants to overthrow the imperial court!"

"Tell me, can we agree to this? Can the weapons in our hands agree to this? Can our wives, children, and the people behind us agree to this?!"

The Minister of War raised his weapon high and roared at the 100,000 elite soldiers in front of him.

The low roar sounded like a tiger descending from the mountain, with an invincible force, as if it could penetrate the world.

"cannot!"

"cannot!"

"cannot!"

One hundred thousand elite soldiers, their blood boiling.

They roared to the sky, showing no fear.

The firmness and determination in secret seemed as if he had already forgotten about life and death.

"Today, I have only one word to say!"

"Kill all the rebels and return to Beijing in triumph!"

With a roar, the Minister of War turned his horse around, stood in front of the army with his sword drawn, his eyes flashing as he stared straight ahead!

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